Page 60 of Tease Me

I sighed with contentment, but then, realizing how weird it would look with me standing behind him, I strolled to his side. “So, what exactly are you looking for?”

“Just checking that the valves are working. These older units need tobe examinedevery year. Shouldn’t take too long.”

“Take all the time you want.”

He smiled up at me, and my heart skipped a beat. With him down on one knee like that, it was as if he were proposing, and my giddy little brain was screaminghell yes. His long fingers worked quickly, flicking one valve after another, and I wondered what it would be like to have those lovely digits on me.Inme.

Damn it, Memphis.

I needed to settle down.Hewas just doinghisjob. Like I was just doing my job.

After ten minutes or so, Nathan stood, towering over me again. “Okay, all done.”

Pity. I could’ve stayed here and watchedhimwork all day.

“Lead the way.”He indicatedfor me tostep in front, and I retraced our steps back to the ninth floor and pressed thebutton for the elevator.

He glanced down at me with his molten eyes, and I wascertainour breathing rose and fell in time. His hard nipples bulged through his red shirt and nudged against his braces. The angel and devil in my brainstruck upa rampant debate over whether or not I should reach out and pinch them.

The doors opened, we stepped in, and once again, we turned to stand side by side, facing the mirror.Heturned to me and looked down. His honey eyes oozed over me with more sexual desire than I’d ever seen.

Calm down, you horny bitch.You are Jane, not Memphis.

Next second, I had my back against the wall, his mouth crushed to mine, and within a heartbeat, he had my pencil skirt up around my waist and his hand in my underpants.

Our breaths mingled together, our tongues lashed each other, and with each bend of my knees, his finger plunged deeper inside me. Together, our moans tumbled from our throats and echoed about the mirrored cube.For the second time that day,I was grateful for the slow elevator.

Our raging passion, however, was anything but slow.

As I groped his chest, feeling every exquisitely carved muscle in his torso, he tore my panties from my body. The sharp ripping sound ricocheted through my lust-fueled body.

Clutching his shoulders, I raised my knee and hooked itupover his thigh. Two of his fingers plunged into me, rubbing over my clit and ramming me with ferocious intent. I gripped his high-visibility braces and cried out as an orgasm tore through me.

It was fast. It was incredible.

It blew my fucking mind.

He must have ESP or something because he suddenly released me, and theping of the elevatorannounced the doors were about to open. He smiled, and, oh my God, it wasthemost glorious smile ever. I blinked, trying to comprehend what just happened.

“You might want to pick those up.” He lowered his gaze to the floor.

I followed his eyes to my torn, lacy panties. “Shit!” As fast as lightning, I tugged my skirtdownand picked up my underwear.

The elevator opened, and he saluted me. “Thank you, ma’am.”

He strode casually across the lobby, his mate joined him, and they walked out the sliding glass doors. My jaw dropped when the two firemen high-fived each other andcarried on walkingas if everything was normal.

Thank God the lobby was empty because I could barely breathe, let alone walk to the reception desk. I straightened my ponytail, and as I concealed my underwear in my hand and wondered what the fuck just happened, I somehow crossed the marble expanse to my desk and flopped into my chair.

How the hell did Plain Jane get an orgasm in the elevator from a mysterious fireman? That shit just didn’t happen.

So much could have gone wrong. I crumbled into a mess.

That was so stupid. I could havebeen caught.

I have officially lost my fucking mind.

Chapter Eighteen

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